Walking home from another bad ending

I tend to overthink things

These past few days have molded and blended

I can’t tell if this is my new song to sing

Do I belong in the world or do I cross over

The street now or down the block?

How do I handle the thing on my shoulder

Fuck, rain clouds pour out like the tears I’ve fought

Looking up, the streetlights show me how vast the sky is

How there always a new light as we turn

I wrote down my hopes for this new dawn, signed with a kiss

The farther I travel from home, the less bridges I have to burn